Letters from afar hidden-lost land
An envelope so delicate and fragile
The rubber stamp of my birthmark
I left it politely and just there it melts
Clouds over an arc of randomness
Soon I’ll let my conscious go
Where am I ? Where are you?
Does it belonged to me?… Am I supposed to read?
Do I even know that notorious art…which is thought to bestow meaning to random strokes of ink?
Am I? or Am I not?
Trees and hues as the azure sways
Pleasant manor and the echo of vibrance
The marbles and blisters tender is the blizzard of the first snow
Why so anger Dear, Why this wrath into the night
It’s not love what I seek…I seek you
I seek me and I seek that escape
One away and one towards you
Let’s hitchhike that trail of dreams we talked about
Completing that checklist of myriad bucket lists
Let’s whisper those secrets and bury them in blazes
Lighting up that fire chiseling marshmallow
Sluggish and senile my box of memory…Singing tales of my balcony view
Sweet and bitter, grapes and apples
I’ll have a sangria turned white by you
The melody of both old and new
This is the time…Let’s freeze that wild tide
Where else…Let’s fall and rise
Dawn, Dusk, and twilight…On the shore, At my balcony view
Close to those mountains, beaches and close to that marine drive
By- Kshitij Sinha